Elsewhere, Pacey putters around in a kitchen, in full chef regalia. "That my dreams would forever be shy of my reach," Joey says.
Jack and Jen walk through NYU's campus. "It's true what they say. Time plays tricks on you. One day, you're dreaming. The next day, your dream has become your reality," Joey voice-overs. She walks out of the café, bidding some customers "au revoir." She walks onto the streets of what is clearly supposed to be Paris, but which I hear is actually Montreal. They've got Joey doing everything Parisian short of juggling berets. She's buying fruit from a street vendor and looking at artwork and skipping around in a blue coat and a head scarf. "And now that this scared little girl no longer follows me everywhere that I go, I miss her. I do. Because there are things I want to tell her: to relax, to lighten up, that it's all going to be okay. I want her to know that meeting people who like you, who understand you, who actually accept you for what you are will become an increasingly rare occurrence. Jen, Jack, Audrey, Andie, Pacey, and Dawson, these people who contributed to what I am, they are with me wherever I go, and as history gets rewritten in small ways with each passing day, my love for them only grows. Because the truth is, it was the best of times." Oh, yeah? Well it was the worst of times for me. And Joey? Shut up! This is all heartfelt and all, but stop with the yammering! My carpal tunnel is acting up. "Mistakes were made, hearts where broken, harsh lessons learned, but all of that has receded into fond memory now. How does it happen? Why are we so quick to forget the bad and romanticize the good? Maybe because we need to believe that the time we spent together actually meant something, that we were there for each other in a time in our lives that defined us all. A time in our lives that we that we will never forget." Joey stands in front of a green screen and stares up at the most obviously phony Eiffel Tower ever. "I can't swear this is exactly how it happened. But this is how it felt," she finally finishes.
Well, that would have been a perfectly fine finale. But no. Next week, two more hours and then we're free. FREE! Free at last! Thank you, God, thank you! And as a special treat, Sars and Wing Chun are going to recap the first hour, whilst yours truly tackles the second. That's three recappers for the price of one, people! Whee!